chang geng finds a place to slide his jenga piece into the tower, silent as he listens. there is sympathy, a twist of it in his chest, when he mentions his sister. ]
That, I'm sorry for, Vax. [ truly ] You're close with her? That must be nice to have.
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chang geng finds a place to slide his jenga piece into the tower, silent as he listens. there is sympathy, a twist of it in his chest, when he mentions his sister. ]
That, I'm sorry for, Vax. [ truly ] You're close with her? That must be nice to have.
[ ... hm, now don't you fucking start, too. ]